This morning I was sitting at my desk.
Because that's what I do at work.
Suddenly, an officer from the Lamar Police Department walked in, ordered me to stand up, and started yelling at my belly, "Come outta there, you big heifer! Yo mama tired a carryin' you 'round!"
Great.
Thanks a million, officer. I'm sure your motivational speech will inspire her to come immediately.
I couldn't do this without you.
And thank you for referring to my baby as a "big heifer".
There's really nothing like being compared to a cow before you're even born.
5 comments:
I'm sure that will help her become a Hooters Girl.
A mother's fondest dream...
I find heifer to be a term of endearment. I don't know why. Dad's cow Izzy has made me a seriously deranged heifer-fan.
Not to be the creepy blog stalker or anything... but I was creepy blog stalking random people, and I happened upon yours. I had to salute you for your efforts. After glancing at maybe 4 million boring blogs, yours is extremely entertaining and refreshing. Keep it up!
And don't worry, I wont make a habit out of stalking you. Have a nice life!
ROFL i am new here - and your latest post has me hooked. Mind if i hang around a bit?
Gill.
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